The rough translation of a prophecy passed down by the people of Tarkir who aren't under the rule of a dragon lord
Diomedes, Diomedes, by his honor is sworn,
To keep evil forever at bay!
And the fiercest foes rout when they hear triumph's shout,
Diomedes, for your blessing we pray!
Hearken now, sons of snow, to an age, long ago,
And the tale, boldly told, of the one!
Who was bound to aether, and places far away!
With a power to rival the sun!
And the spells, he did wield, on that glorious field,
When great Tarkir shuddered with war!
Mighty Diomedes, like a blade, cut through enemies all,
As the traveler issued his roar!
Diomedes, Diomedes, by his honor is sworn,
To keep evil forever at bay!
And the Scale Lords rout when they hear triumph's shout,
Diomedes, for your blessing we pray!
And the Shamans have foretold, of black wings unfold,
That when dragon's war come unfurled!
Silumgar, Bane of Khans, ancient death unbound
With a hunger to swallow the world!
But a day, shall arise, when Ojutai's lies,
Will be silenced forever and then!
Wild Tarkir will be free from foul Atarka's maw!
Diomedes will be the savior of men!
Diomedes, Diomedes, by his honor is sworn,
To keep evil forever at bay!
And the Warkites rout when they hear triumph's shout,
Diomedes, for your blessing we pray!